I just made it out of the front door when my stomach clinched up and I deposited pink piles of Mister Henri’s luncheon special all over the parking ...ot. After a couple of violent heaves, a kindly looking older couple stopped and asked me if I was okay. I grimaced and replied.“I’ll be fine, but do yourselves a favor and don’t eat the poached Salmon.”Strangely, after I regurgitated seventy-five dollars worth of fish, I felt much better. I felt so good in fact, that I was in the right lane well in. My middle finger found it and was slowly swallowed inside. I enjoyed the tight feeling on my finger for a few moments before I slowly pulled my finger out. I traced around the opening a few times before went back in. It was exciting to hear him moan and feel his fingers around my head, neck, and on my face. His touch was so gentle and so hypnotizing. I would have followed his fingers anywhere. I knew he was enjoying my finger in his bottom because he carefully knelt down to join me. ‘Well, it was Katy who got to see me getting up in the mornings. That’s when I paid the price for our adventures together.’ ‘Oh come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.’ ‘Often I was still aching when you and I would go to lunch.’ The light conversation carried them through dinner and they decided to forgo the dessert to get an earlier start to the hotel. They got the car from the valet and drove several blocks to the Trattoria, an upscale hotel with a Swiss Alps flair to it. When they reached. "Hey, it's your pussy to play with... mostly."Cindy felt her temperature rise when Tina said that. Belonging to the other girl gave her a feeling like nothing else ever had."I'm sorry, Mistress," she replied. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to touch myself."Tina knelt in front of Cindy, much as she had the other day, and took her small, delicate fingers into her mouth, sucking the moisture from them."Mmm, Cindy, I can't believe how sexy you are," purred Tina. "There's something I'd like you to.